Why fear death
when life will return
in the wisdom of trees
and the foam of the waves ?
Why curse the winter
when flowers will bloom again
on the carnal house
and oblivion will be made ?
Warrior you find rest in Valallah
or to Allah's paradise ...
Here below is but a narrow passage
through a valley of laughters and tears.
A short film without palmes and oscars...
Book closed with an unsolved enigma.
Question underlined by a scare of anger
on the close lips of the love .
Pantomins and actor's buffoonery ,
parodying in front of an empty auditorium
holding its breath ...
At the banquet table ,
that the lords disdained ,
dream drowned in history's meanders
like ice tower dissolving
in the biterness of a last drink .
Its already time to leave
in the abode of the great sleep
or elsewhere in the Buddha's dream .
Facing the threshold ,
looking at fear and taming it ...
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Author:
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Comments3
A rather Gothic feel to this poem where fear takes the shape of death. Great imagery and wording throughout. It reads dark. Nicely done
Let's face the threshold free of our fears !
This piece stands out for the supple flow of its language and the richness of its metaphor. Each line suggests meaning without imposing conclusion, inviting the reader into a space of quiet introspection. It is, ultimately, a serene philosophy of acceptance.
A manifesto against fear and a song to tame the unknown !
The path of the wise: to see and to accept.
Accept with a strong serene heart !
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